I became an artist after I was shot and kidnapped by a boyfriend in January of 1992. On that day, I honestly believed that I was going to die. After six hours of having my life threatened, I was finally able to get my abductor to pray with me. Shortly after our prayer, he agreed to take us to a hospital so that we could both get help.
While recovering from my injuries, I began to have the urge to paint. I decided to follow this new desire and was amazed at the art that was coming from me. Having no prior artistic talent, I could not explain this new gift, but have used it ever since as a witnessing tool and a way of giving glory to God, who is so responsible for sparing my life.
My art has been a wonderful surprise in my life. Sharing it has offered hope to victims and perpetrators in ways that my words could not. It has also been instrumental in raising awareness and funding for programs that help victims of violence.